"Oh....."
Han Bing, having made up her mind to save her leg, stopped hesitating.
She straightened her blouse and lay flat on the dry ground.
Only her eyelashes trembled slightly, clearly her heart was anything but calm.
Qin Yu glanced at Han Bing's snowy white thigh, extended two thumbs, and began to massage the acupoints, using some force to push out the toxins.
However, it seemed that too much time had passed, and the massage technique had little effect.
Qin Yu wasted quite a bit of energy; sweat appeared on his forehead, and he felt that the poison showed no signs of moving.
"Are you all right?"
Seeing Qin Yu sweating profusely, Han Bing felt somewhat guilty.
"Massage is useless; too much time has passed!"
Qin Yu stated plainly.
"What do we do now?"
Han Bing immediately grew tense.
"Use the most primitive method....."
Qin Yu thought for a moment and then said.
"Ah? Dual Cultivation?"
Han Bing was stunned.